christmas day. what you had been looking forward to for months. on every twentyfourth of december, items were sent up; such as, wrapping paper, tape, and other supplies that were for basic needs.

you’d been helping frypan in the kitchen with the turkey; which was now above the fire, being slow cooked. once you had been excused from the kitchen, thomas had asked you for help with his wrapping. he led you to his hammock, where buried under a shirt of his was a poorly wrapped blanket with more tape rather than wrapping paper.

after you agreed and helped him wrap it; he confessed it was a present for newt, which you suspected. as he thanked you, you walked off to find chuck. he seemed to be running around on pure adrenaline and a possible four hours of sleep. as you got closer, you noticed gally was talking to him, saying something along the lines of ‘stop being so irritating, or you’ll be our turkey this year.’ “leave him be, gally, I never thought you’d be such an asshole,” you said with a small smile as he glanced down at you. “there you are. takes a bitch to know a bitch,” he flashed a sarcastic smile back.

you glanced at chuck, “c’mon, time to get you cleaned before dinner,” you took his hand, leading him to the stream; which was past the hammocks. “why couldnt we just get some water from back in the glade?” he muttered, jogging so he could keep up. “that’s no fun, silly,” you replied with a smile, as you splashed your face with the cool water.

“are you excited for dinner?” chuck asked, staring at you as you washed your face. “yes. are you?” “yes.” “okay, good,” “good,” “..yes, good,” “can we head back? I wanna see minho before he disappears for the evening,” he groaned. “are you clean?” “yes.” “fine, cmon,” you mumbled, walking back towards the glade.

after walking for a while, you two had just shown up, when minho and ben came back, looking sweaty and clammy. “merry christmas!!!” chuck exclaimed, with more excitement in his tone.